Xia Heping was still a little dazed when his older brother called him back to the old house.

People who live in the old house usually don't bother him unless there's something important to discuss; if they do, it's never anything good.

Even though Xia Heping was mentally prepared, he never expected his parents to make such a request.

"Mother, are you saying that you and Father are going to stay at my house?"

Xia Heping's incredulous expression made Old Mrs. Xia very unhappy.

She originally didn't want to live at her second brother's house, but her eldest brother kept persuading her, saying that her second brother's family was doing well now and that she and her husband should go to her second brother's house to enjoy their retirement.

She was initially reluctant, not wanting to live under the same roof as that shrew Zhang Hongyan.

But the eldest sister kept talking about it, saying that the second sister's family had made new clothes one day and that the second sister's family had eaten meat the next. How could she not be tempted?

Moreover, the eldest son is right. No matter what, she is the second son's biological mother. Why shouldn't she enjoy the good fortune when her son becomes rich?

With this in mind, Grandma Xia reluctantly agreed to stay at her second son's house for a while.

This idea changed when she discovered that her second son didn't welcome her staying there.

She, a mother, wanted to stay at her own son's house, and her son was actually unhappy about it? What kind of logic is that?

She not only wants to live there, she wants to live there indefinitely, until she no longer wants to live there.

Old Mrs. Xia stared intently at Xia Heping with her cloudy eyes: "Second son, you don't welcome me and your father?"

"No, no, Mother, that's not what I meant," Xia Heping quickly retorted.

Even if he meant it, he couldn't admit it; if word got out, he'd be bombarded with criticism.

"Then it's settled. Your father and I will move to your place tomorrow," Old Mrs. Xia said decisively.

Old Man Xia sat beside him without saying a word, but seeing that he didn't object, it meant that he agreed as well.

Xia Heping panicked: "But, Mother, I don't have a room anywhere."

When they built their house, they were poor, so they built three rooms: one for the kitchen, one for the couple and their son, and one for their daughter.

As Gou Dan gets older, he and his wife have started thinking about a new house, but because they don't want to attract too much attention, they plan to wait until next year to build it.

"Why isn't there a room? Isn't Qingqing's room empty? Your father and I can stay in that room," Old Mrs. Xia said with a grim expression. She felt that Xia Heping was deliberately making excuses because he didn't want her to stay there.

"Where will Qingqing stay when she comes back for vacation?" Xia Heping asked, staring at his mother's murderous gaze.

He knew his daughter's temperament; she absolutely could not accept anyone else sleeping in her room and bed.

Grandma Xia said nonchalantly, "A little girl can sleep on any bed board. Are your father and I less precious than a little girl?"

Xia Heping's face turned red with anxiety, but he gritted his teeth and insisted, "Mother, I can't make this decision. Let's ask Hongyan first. You know Hongyan's temper."

Sitting to the side, Xia Hecai sneered: "Second brother, it's not that I'm criticizing you, but how can a grown man like you let a woman control you? Is your wife more important than your parents? They gave birth to you and raised you, and now they don't even have the right to stay at your house for a few days?"

“That’s not what I meant,” Xia Heping shook his head in denial.

He was in a real dilemma. He couldn't just tell his parents not to come to his house, but he also didn't want them to stay at his house.

He sighed helplessly. All he wanted was to live a peaceful life, why was it so difficult?

Life was finally getting better, so why do my older brother and parents have to start making things difficult for themselves again?

This matter was decided by Uncle Xia and Grandma Xia. They called Xia Heping over not to ask for his opinion, but to inform him, so Xia Heping's opinion is not important at all.

Xia Heping returned home dejectedly.

Zhang Hongyan frowned at his listless appearance: "What trouble are they causing at the old house again?"

Xia Heping told his wife everything.

"They're dreaming big, wanting to stay in my daughter's room? They're so lucky!" Zhang Hongyan shouted angrily, hands on her hips.

She had thought that the old house might make some unreasonable demands, such as asking to borrow a bicycle or wanting to increase the pension, but she never expected that the two old people would actually want to move into her house.

Why should they? When the family divided the property, they left with nothing. They weren't even given a pair of chopsticks or a bowl. Everything in the house was earned by her and her husband through their own hard work.

Now that they see they're doing well, they want to jump on the bandwagon and benefit from it? They're dreaming.

Zhang Hongyan glared angrily at the man: "You want your parents to move in too?"

If that's really what the man thinks, then she'll kick him out of the house along with her, and she'll live with her two children from now on.

Xia Heping's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly pledged his loyalty: "No, no, no, how could I think that way, wife? I know my parents look down on me, and they only moved in because they see how well we're doing now, but this good life is all thanks to you and our daughter."

Zhang Hongyan said with satisfaction, "That's good, otherwise you and your parents could get out of here."

Xia Heping looked at his wife with a wronged expression. He was having such a hard time. His father didn't love him, his mother didn't love him, and now even his wife didn't love him.

......

The next day, Xia Hecai arrived early in the morning with large bags and small packages.

When he saw Zhang Hongyan at the gate, he smiled kindly and said, "Second sister-in-law, these are our parents' luggage. Could you help them pack them?"

Zhang Hongyan crossed her arms and sneered, "What luggage? This is my home, Zhang Hongyan's home. Do you think you own this place?"

"This is my second brother's house. He agreed yesterday to bring our parents to live here. If you ask me, women should be more honest and dutiful and not always try to control their own men," Xia Hecai said sarcastically.

Zhang Hongyan remained silent, blocking the gate and refusing to let him in.

When the late-arriving old lady Xia saw this scene, she was furious: "Zhang Hongyan, you little wench, how dare you not let me into your own son's house! I'm going to divorce you on my son's behalf!"

Zhang Hongyan said with a half-smile, "Old lady, you haven't forgotten what you said when you kicked us out, have you? You said we should get lost and never come here to benefit from your wealth, no matter how rich we become."

Grandma Xia was speechless. She had said those words before, but she hadn't considered that the second wife could actually become wealthy.

Although she didn't like her granddaughter Xia Qingqing, she knew that with Xia Qingqing around, the second son's family would definitely have a good future.

Old Mrs. Xia said shamelessly, "I'm not talking to you, let the second son out."

In front of outsiders, she didn't believe that her second son could really say he wouldn't support his parents.